[There's barely enough light to tell anything so it's just unreal shapes and noises in the dark, and as unafraid as she is of the Hulk specifically, that still taps into something primal. She has to remind herself it's Bruce and not to step... closer. Or back. At least his transformations don't leave him screaming in agony anymore.
It's not really practical to hold his hand now, but she reaches out through the dark searching at least for contact, a little concerned that she'll lose him at this point, or that in spite of Bruce's assurances, he's just as lost as she is. It's a creepy place to wake up in and she wouldn't be happy about it.]
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[There's barely enough light to tell anything so it's just unreal shapes and noises in the dark, and as unafraid as she is of the Hulk specifically, that still taps into something primal. She has to remind herself it's Bruce and not to step... closer. Or back. At least his transformations don't leave him screaming in agony anymore.
It's not really practical to hold his hand now, but she reaches out through the dark searching at least for contact, a little concerned that she'll lose him at this point, or that in spite of Bruce's assurances, he's just as lost as she is. It's a creepy place to wake up in and she wouldn't be happy about it.]